San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-13
CHAPTER XVIII.

was one never forgotten In the country
SIDE. Her secret was well kept; no one
knew why sne died. III was rumored
tlat the gentleman, VINO mad lved dur
ing the summer al Larch Hin, mad 70,
turned 10 ask ner 10 marry MIN, ana nau
almost dled OF grlef hlmself 10 hnd her
dead.
now much was true ana now much
raise: no one knew BONNIE doom, me
ioSelleSt girl III tlle helghDorn0ouI ne
peIoVeu oI everyone, was Geau; Inc
deepest sympathy was leit lor the I'M
Happy parents, everyone iahlelltea her,
tar anu Wlde. NO one Will ever forget
that funeral; IL was so simple and SO
beautiful. They were old-fashioned
people in Aspendale. There were no
hearses, no nOddingplumes. The girls,
who had known and loved her. carried
her to the grave; and the ceremony was
more like marriage. even though the
bridegroom was Death, than like fun
eral. The funeral pail was Of white,
anu was covered WIN WhlIe h0"ers' Iile
girls VINO carried her were dressed IN
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Ioau StIe InUad ho Ireau d u" oi hit baG
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onnr ord thn far maen ,,i to biS IT, w%o
soen,ad s, ,tlJ 40 b"uo LIS iii onS
SoJ,,ioo, aot 81, ~ 20 th ~
iata haartS "T h oi ;o T, +bnne nnd fntbeno
in full and perfect detail, he told the
story of his love and his DELAY
They did not Judge him hardly: they
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sea: and tbey knew that although in the
after years fame and wealth might come
to him, he would never know what hap
piness meant without Bonnie Doom.
The people at ASpendale take all
strangers to see the beautiful white
marble monument that her lover raised
to Bonnie Doon-a cross on which her
name and age are carved in letters of
gold. When Eric st. John was first
asked what inscription he would like
placed there, he felt inclined to an
swer,-
NV ,orso ,oror .+oI. n. rosa
But ahi he left the thorn wi me-"
d.. -. -. 49, .o,oo sL
Dut elell ne mau hoG Reel IaiSe anu n1
G S: nliiS sell WIN 9Snie Deau'llui
'irgs gaeniI i I ironi .he e saIll S,. oo
III o T h1 nave ~ nomS S fh puv i 49,
lou Il' nea Sia'e,LIoses anu v.1liS .inaU
sh ooSr s anu thaa ~ s Ono uu' I W nno az
t tne ineaniiie 81 Ihose NOVELS. i ol
zen III .ne al.eI .llne as ne nngere9t
t ueai tne eias9, hseeninS W sne soLg vi
the snroa s i e1 orSs 80 H Sor
Vic S"iiie o"ee' "oiu' VI hel SohS'
How can you chaunt. ye little birds,
While am so weary-fu' o carer
And he said to himself, as she had said
before him, how could they sing, those
bonnie birds, while his heart was break
ing with care and woe?
But before this, the calm of after
years, a terrible incident had happened
-on the day after the funeral.
Mr.. st. John had gone into the field,
pretty meadow they called the Home
Field" and there he lay, September
though 1T was, under the shade of the
trees. He was trying to think how he
should face life again; how he should
go from this peaceful solitude, where
his beloved dead rested, back to the
busy world, How could he meet men
and women againy
His face lay in the long grass hidden
from the blue sky, and it was wet with
rain of tears. Once or twice he had
fancied that footsteps passed near him.
Suddenly something that was as fierce
as the growl of wild animal startled
him. Looking up, he saw bending over
him a face so wild in its hate and
enmity, it seemed hardly human.
Then he knew it was Laurence Rain
ton, holding in his hand huge hedge
stake.
II have found you,n he cried in a
thick, h0arse, voice. II have found you,